Daycare just sent a pic of my 17 month old sleeping on a cot and I tear up?
From professional bachelor to weepy papa...ahh, life, you mysterious harlot.
Showing posts with label fatherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fatherhood. Show all posts
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Crying Over a Cot
What the hell is wrong with me?
Daycare just sent a pic of my 17 month old sleeping on a cot and I tear up?
From professional bachelor to weepy papa...ahh, life, you mysterious harlot.
Daycare just sent a pic of my 17 month old sleeping on a cot and I tear up?
From professional bachelor to weepy papa...ahh, life, you mysterious harlot.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Fatherhood Called
Tools
Material things,
straw in a barn
Oil, chipped paint on
the outside of a garage that is breaking down
These material
things, untended, left to exist, nothing more
Why?
Fatherhood called
A deeper drive, a
more compelling sense of duty, an in-the-marrow responsibility
With the most daunting,
unforgiving, worrisome, day-after-day, emotion laden tasks
That offers the most
lifting, irrepressible, love-inflating, authentically audacious feeling you can
ever have
How?
Fatherhood called
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